Title: Brains
Rating: PG (Not for the Weak of Stomach)
Summary:
A little ficlet from Spike's Point of View... 2
Genre:
Humor
Time Frame: Whenever
Status: Standalone
Disclaimer: Sir Whedon owns all.
Ya' know, all you humans are really pretty innocent. A mum or five might get to complaining about video games, but they're not all that bad. Take for example - brains. Now, most everyone thinks of brains as these gray squishy things. Purple, sometimes... but never red.
Funny thing is, they are that. Red, I mean. If one were to stop and think about it, it does make sense. The brain is constantly drenched in blood... it's how you people stay alive, ya' know. Blood brings brain oxygen, brain uses oxygen, brain runs your body... all to contribute to a nice, lil' happy meal on legs. But not once do you ever think of brains as red.
Dru always had a fondness for brains... that might explain wot made 'er so loopy. Not the point. Brains never appealed to me... sure, the blood always tasted great... but brains have this... this funky texture that I just can't appreciate. Bloody ol' poofter Angelus just loved to make me eat 'em.... he always said I didn't have enough brains.
Author's Follow-up: I have no clue if brains are red at all... honestly, I don't. It's a pathetic, semi-educated guess that you all can shoot me for. But I like this story anyways :D